I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we must all explode.

How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?

At a certain point your brain stops to rationalize things. At a certain point it gives up, shuts off, shuts down.

Step on a crack , you'll break your mama's back. Step on a stone, you'll end up all alone. Step on a stick, you're bound to get the Sick. Watch where you tread, you'll bring out all the dead. - A common children's playground chant, usually accompanied by jumping rope or clapping.

That’s what made it so frightening to the lawmakers: Love obeys no laws other than its own.

And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: It's the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in that moment, the baffling mixture of pain and pleasure and fear and joy, all running sharply through me at once.

Still, the vivid green of the grass-where the grass is actually managing to assert itself through the dirt-seems out of place. This seems like a place where the sun should never shine: a place on the edge, at the limit, a place completely removed from time and happiness and life.